My Boss's Lover

I didn’t know that my boss was a lesbian. Not that it mattered, of course. I mean, she was still a bitch and it didn’t matter whether she was a lesbian or not.

Of course, even though I didn’t give a damn whether she was a lesbian or not, I’m sure I was probably the last person she would have wanted to have know about it, so it was ironic that I ended up being the one person who did end up knowing her little secret.

It happened innocently enough. I was at a department store and the line I was in was moving agonizingly slow. Perhaps, it would be better to say that the line wasn’t moving at all. The sole clerk at the register was an idiot, and it was all very tiresome.

I looked at the items that the girl in front of me had in her hands and I realized they were all very sexy lingerie. I smiled at the girl, figuring that while we waited for the clerk to finally allow the line to move, we might as well be friendly. “You buying that stuff for your boyfriend,” I asked.

“No,” the girl asked in a voice that was far more annoyed than I thought it should be. After all, I really wasn’t trying to pick her up or anything like that.

But then, I wasn’t trying to get anyone mad at me. I was trying to be friendly while we waited in line. “I’m sorry,” I told the girl. “I didn’t realize you were married.”

“I’m not married,” the girl said irritably.

“Oh,” I said. To tell the truth, I was a bit stumped at that.

“If you must know,” the girl said irritably, “I’m buying this for my girlfriend.”

“Ah,” I said knowingly. I looked at the stuff again. “I’ll bet she’ll like it,” I told the girl. I knew I would if she were wearing it for me.

The girl seemed to relax just a little. “I think so,” she said.

“Is it a special occasion, or what?”

The girl smiled shyly. It was the first time I had seen her smile and I liked seeing her smile. “You don’t need a special occasion for romance,” she told me.

She was probably right, but somehow, I never seemed to get the message. “Well, I’ll bet she’ll like it,” I told her.

“You really think so,” the girl asked.

I nodded. “I know I would if it were me,” I told her. She stiffened a bit at that. “Your girlfriend’s real lucky.”

The girl seemed to relax again. “Thanks,” she told me.

We just kind of stood there and the line didn’t move at all. We continued to talk. It wasn’t like we were getting all that friendly. I mean, I was still a man, and in her mind, that made me somewhat untrustworthy, but it wasn’t until she said where her girlfriend worked that she really caught my attention. “Hey,” I said, “I work there.”

“Yeah? What department?”

Well, one thing led to another and before I knew it, I realized the person she was talking about was my boss.

She must have realized the same thing at just about the same time because all of the sudden, she took a second look at me. “Hey,” she said, “you’re that twerp guy she–“

She stopped suddenly. I grinned at her. “Go ahead and finish it,” I told her.

“Well, that’s what she calls you,” the girl said sheepishly.

“I expect she calls me worse than that, too,” I told her, and from her silence, I knew I was right. “Don’t worry about it,” I told her.

I couldn’t help noticing just how cute this girl was and that got me to thinking. Finally, I couldn’t help it. I had to ask. “You ever been with a man before,” I asked.

I laughed. “You think I’m telling you this just so you can get you into bed. I’m not trying to get you into bed.”

The woman got a bit defensive at that. “Why,” she asked. “What’s wrong with me?”

“You’re my boss’s girlfriend for chrissakes. What, do you think I’m crazy? I got enough problems with her. Can you imagine what she’d be like if I ended up sleeping with her girl friend?” I shivered for effect just so she knew that that was not something I wanted to do.

She laughed at that. “I get your point,” she said. “On the other hand, you’re not that bad looking–“

“Gee thanks.”

“And if I did ever want to try it with a man, you would be the best choice, right? I mean, I doubt you’d be going off and blabbing it to everyone else, right?”

Well, I had to admit she had that right, and she knew it, too.

She was almost at the front of the line so I took a chance. “So, what about it,” I asked, “you want to find out what it’s like with a dick instead of a chick?”

The girl giggled. “You’re terrible.”

“Maybe, but I’m serious, too. You could try those lingerie on and I could see just how sexy you are.”

“I don’t know,” the girl said and then it was her turn at the register.

I waited for her to pay and then I stepped up to make my purchase, but I noticed that she didn’t leave. She was waiting for me.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” I told her. “If you want it, I got it.”

That really was all it took. I think she really did want to find out what it was like to feel a cock and I sure as hell wanted to help her find out what it was like.

We went back to my place and then we went to my bedroom. I could tell she was nervous. “Why don’t you go ahead and show me what that lingerie looks like,” I told her.

“All right,” she said and then she took the bag with her and she went off to the bathroom. It wasn’t all that long before she reappeared again, and damn if she didn’t look good.

Her lingerie was all black and lacy and her body was all soft and curvy. She had short, bond hair, and light, blue eyes that were just begging for approval.

“You look beautiful,” I told her. She just let out her breath slowly. “And if you come here,” I told her, “I’ll show you just how beautiful you are.”

The girl grinned and then she was coming to me and then she was climbing under the covers. She snuggled up to me and we kissed and then we kissed again. She pulled back and she looked at me and then we kissed again. I knew she liked it.

More than that, I knew I wanted to get my cock inside her cunt.

My hand squeezed one of her tits and the girl moaned. I squeezed it again, and the girl moaned again. I kissed her even as I squeezed her tit yet again.

She moaned again as my hand continued to work her tit and then we kissed again. “You are so cute,” I told the girl and I squeezed her tit again.

The girl moaned. “Oh, that feels so good,” the woman moaned. “But I want you to … I want you to … I want you to–“

I kissed the girl. “You want me to do what?” I asked softly.

“I want to feel your hand on my tits,” she whispered.

“Like this,” I asked even as I worked my hand under her little, lacy bra, and I gave her tit another gentle squeeze.

The girl moaned again. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, “just like that.”

I squeezed her tit again and the girl moaned. I kissed her and she kissed me back. I knew she was ready.

I let my hand slide down over her body and the girl moaned again and then I was carressing her between her legs. I could feel how wet she was as I stroked her there. I kissed her again. “How about it,” I asked her. “Do you like this?”

The girl moaned again as I knew she would. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, “I love that.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.

The girl moaned again. “Oh yeah,” she moaned, “I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

I pushed my hand down inside her panties and I stroked her little slit. She moaned again as I rubbed her yet again, and then I pushed a finger inside her little cunt. I kissed her again even as I pushed my finger even deeper inside her cunt. “Do you want this
,” I asked again.

“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned again. “I want you to do it, I want you to fuck me.”

I eased the girl’s panties down her legs and then I stroked her pussy again. The girl moaned as my finger stroked her again and then s
he moaned again as I worked my finger inside her cunt.

“Fuck me,” the girl moaned. “I want you to do it. Fuck me.”

I slipped between her legs and the girl moaned yet again as my cock stroked her drooling slit. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading and begging for more cock and then she moaned yet again as I pushed my cock inside her cunt.

I took it easy on her, taking my time to work my cock in and out of her cunt and the girl moaned with every stroke of my cock. I wondered if hers was the first cock her pussy had ever taken. She was such a little cutie that I was thinking that even if I were dickless like my boss, I couldn’t see how I could keep from filling her pussy up with a cock, even if it were just a plastic one, and the way that girl was moaning, well hell, it would be a crime not to give that girl’s twat some cock.

I picked up the pace as I worked my cock even harder and deeper inside that girl’s cunt, and she just gasped as she took it and then she moaned even more. Oh yeah, I thought, it would have been a crime to keep a cock from this girl’s pussy.

The girl moaned as my cock continued to work her cunt. “It’s good,” she moaned. “It’s good. It’s so incredibly good. Oh geez, I didn’t know it could be this good.”

The girl moaned again even as her pussy took my cock. “Oh yeah,” she assured me, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum. Oh geez, you’re cock is going to make me cum.”

I knew she was right on the edge. “I’m going to cum, too,” I told her. “Do you want to feel my cum inside you.

She moaned again and then she bit her lip as my cock stroked her again. “Oh geez,” she moaned, “I want it. I want it. I want to feel your cum inside me. I want you to do it. I want you to cum inside me.”

She didn’t say anything after that. She just moaned as her body gave itself over completely to my cock and then she was cumming hard and her pussy was squeezing my cock. She moaned again as her pussy surrendered itself to me.

That was about all my cock could take. I started to cum even as that girl’s pussy continued to cum and she moaned even louder as she felt me cum inside her. “You’re cumming,” she moaned. “You’re cumming. Oh geez, you’re cumming inside me. Oh geez, it feels so fucking good to have you cumming inside me.”

We just stayed that way as the two of us continued to cum, but finally, our respective orgasms began to subside, and as they did, I thought about what I had just done. If my boss had hated me before, just think about what she would think about me as soon as she found out that I had seduced her lover.

And then I kissed the girl. Fuck her, I thought as I kissed the girl again. This girl was such a good, little fuck. She deserved better, so if my boss didn’t have what it took to hold on to her, then that wasn’t my fault, was it.

The girl kissed me back and then she smiled shyly at me. “Can we … can we … can you–“

“Can I what?”

The girl smiled shyly again. “Can you fuck me again?”

I could already feel my cock hardening again. Yeah, I thought as I kissed the girl again, if my boss didn’t have what it took, that was her fault, not mine. “Come here,” I told her, and the girl giggled as I pulled her to me. Yeah, if my boss didn’t have what it took, then that was just her own damned fault.